The elements eat
The insects eat
The dirt will consume
All come eat of me
Let me be thy bread
For my own mouth has forsaken bread
Chorus
I’ll live on bird and insect song and breath
A food that brings me peace
A feast that brings me death
My hunger is a symphony
My thirst is an aria
As I melt my grave wax
Fat is pregnant mud
And potash soul
The rain and my rendering
Wash the stones
Wash the stones clean
My heart in waning meter
lurks beneath
Intestinal brass and
Weezy reedy lights
All of nature is ravenous
But I’m outside of nature now
I’m outside of drive, and light, and hope
But soon I will be taken back in
Folded back into the dirt again
I will be part of everything again
Chorus
Slip and mud my mother
Take me to your breast
I’ve left behind all I knew of living
And all I thought I knew of dying
The taste of air and light is all I need
I have no lust for even the most tender meat
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